Miscellaneous - the ghosts of cats.
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(R) Leonid Korolev
CATS AND SPIRITS
Still have references to the cats, who seem to have seen
ghosts or apparitions of people. Now let's talk about When it
comes to people who, they claim, have seen a ghost cat. And
perhaps the most hardened skeptics to change their beliefs and
to believe that there are ghosts or spirits of cats.
GHOST CAT KONGLTONSKOGO
At the beginning of XX century, some Louise Marlow informed
the girlfriend, who lived in the town of Congleton, near
Cheshire. They harnessed the ponies and went to inspect the
ruins of the old abbey. Heading to the ruins, a woman noticed a
large white cat, sitting on the column, and began to ponder
whether to allow the animal to stroke. However, when they drew
closer, the cat suddenly jumped up and disappeared. The area
around was flat, and there is simply nowhere to hide, so the
disappearance of the animal seemed more than strange.
Unsuccessfully to shout and looked around, women forgot about
the cat and went to the ruins.
A few days later, driving past the same place,
they again saw the cat sitting on the same column. Pet friendly
staring in their direction, but, as in the previous times,
disappeared as soon as they did the Shah in his direction.
At noon the same day a woman stopped at a small cafe
drink some tea and told an elderly waitress about their
countries meetings.
"You have arrived at a better time when you can see
Kongltonskogo ghost cat "- she told them.
A woman who lived in the area for over fifty years,
explained that she remembers this cat was still alive - it was
a favorite Cat Mrs. Uindzh, custodians Abbey. Once the cat is
not returned home, and Mrs. Uindzh afraid that his flock bitten
dogs, which at the time wandering around. However, that same
evening, she heard the familiar scratching at the back door,
opened it, happy as the cat sat quietly in the doorway. But
despite All her pleas and requests, to the house, he refused to
enter. And then, after a few moments, disappeared, as if slowly
dissolved before her astonished gaze. After this visit, the
animal appeared every night, and saw him not only a supervisor,
but also her friends, and visitors to the abbey.
In this story there is one intriguing feature, which
surfaced during my own investigations. That way, as they say,
the cat disappears, reminds one of the known tricks that are
described in world literature: it is so slow, the famous
disappearing Cheshire cat in the book "The Adventures of Alice
in Wonderland. "
According to Lewis Carroll, this being "disappeared very
slowly, starting with the tip of the tail and ending with a
smile that there was still some time after a cat disappeared. "
Could the ghost cat Kongltonskogo typify kerrollovskogo
Cheshire Cat? There is some evidence in favor of this idea.
Dates are roughly the same - Alice's Adventures were first
published in 1865, also coincides place. Lewis Carroll or
Charles Dodgson Latuidzh when talking about his real name, was
born at Daresbury in Cheshire, which not far from Congleton, so
he might know about the ghost. Finally, the mysterious story
could easily impressing modest Oxford mathematician who
harbored such a keen interest in the paranormal, that it has
entered into society psychical research immediately after its
formation in 1882 year.
But back to our days.
"I had a Siamese cat, which I was very fond of - writes
Cats Protection League in the correspondent of Vensfilda that
about Vulverhemitona. - She was loved and loving creature. When
She was about five years, I found her dead, poisoned in the barn
standing in our garden. She went there to die. I am very grieved
and often thought about her and her habits. Approximately
week after her death I came to work that morning, the school
first. I had to cross the long room with large glass dvermi in
which I could see her reflection. While I came, I saw my cat,
which goes next to me, the tail pipe. I looked down at his
feet, but the cat never saw him. Again, several just looked at
the reflection, and each time saw the cat. When I reached the
glass doors, she vanished. I felt wonderful sense of calm and
comfort, the knowledge that my cat came to tell me that I was
not worried about it, so as it is completely healthy and very
happy and that someday We will be together again. At this time
I was not very religious, and little thought about the
afterlife. Over the years I've changed my mind and now I know
that my beloved cat, and our other pets we have lost, will be
our companions in the afterlife. "
Was there a mirror in the story (or a glass door, which is
approximately the same), the mirror of illusion, like a mirror
from a fairy tale Carroll?
From Hertforda came another interesting story: "My Sandy
was more than sixteen years, it took us another kitten. We leave
conducted in Italy, and, as a rule, my sister left in our house
to watch over Sandy. The cat has always missed the first two of
the day, but this year, when we left, she sat in the garden and
looked so dejected that I was a little excited, however, leave
soon we forgot about it. On the first Tuesday, we went
breakfast to the hotel, and as soon as I started to eat, I felt
like Sandy rubs under the table on my feet. It was so real that
I bent down and said: "Oh, Sandy, wait!" My husband and son
looked at me with surprise. I felt stupid and said: "How
strange: I felt that I at home. "Soon it was forgotten, but
when we returned home, then learned that Sandy died in his
sleep, it was on Tuesday around noon, when she is my vision.
She was found lying in a garden near My husband's bike. My
sister said that she did not want to move away from the bike,
and it surprised me - she was very fond of my husband. And even
jealous when I hugged him, could throw to me, if she sat on his
lap. "
Is believed to parapsychologists, the woman was mentally
more advanced than her husband and cat, at that time already
dead, found relationship with her, unable to contact her
husband.
"My favorite cat, whose first owner died suddenly,
recognized me when she was eleven years old. It is very sad at
first, but then brightened up and was curious about all of my
affairs. She always greeted me when I came home, and upset when
I was about to leave. At seventeen, her health deteriorated,
and a veterinarian found kidney disease. Disease has
progressed, and I reluctantly agreed to her put to sleep. I
found it hard to make this decision. One evening this happened.
At dawn she came into my room, I clearly saw her and heard her
loud "greeting". It was not a meow, it was her own distinctive
way "conversation." For several nights I could hear her jumping
on his chair and from his chair, taken to drink water. A week
later, I heard and she felt as she curled up in bed with my
feet, but did not see it. I felt like she put her
chin with some effort, as she always did, to my
hand "(from Miss D. Kalin, Canterbury).
"About one and a half years ago, my black cat Dusty morning
never came home.
For six weeks, every night I ran through the streets,
rasspashivaya people in hopes that someone saw him. I posted a
message on the door of the local vet and asked the lab for sick
animals. Then, driven to despair, I wrote in svyatilusche for
animals in Leie, Lancashire, asking for help. Ochttuda I
received a postcard (which I still have), reports, that Dusty
is now on the divine orbit.
That night I dreamed that I was, as usual, engaged in the
search, and, dejected, climbed the stairs of my apartment, I
heard a cat meowing. My mood immediately improved, and I
thought: "He came back Dusty." However, I saw that my younger
daughter holds a lovely silver-gray tabby, but when I wanted to
touch her, the cat is fully dissolve.
The next day I drank tea, then came out of the lab
serves to tell me that, apparently, she found my cat.
She led me into the store near the High Street, where the
hostess in the Within five days took care of my cat, but to
keep him she could not and appealed to the lab with a request
put to sleep him. In the laboratory, they saw that it was a
beautiful well-groomed cat because they are again reviewed
records in the book of lost cats see my description. But the
strangest thing was that when I asked the owner of the store,
whether she loved cats, she exclaimed: "Oh yeah, konachno, died
when my own silver-gray tabby, with the help of the sanctuary
animals, the spirit of a cat, which I so well seen in a dream,
gave me my own Dusty. C Since then, he always returns home
(from Mrs. P. Young, Venstid, London).
Above is an interesting case of the so-called crossing
mental flows. Message from the sanctuary that the cat, Ms.
Young was dead, was erroneous, as it relates to the spirit of
the cat, which apparently with the help of his landlady helped
Dusty return home.
"My husband died two years ago in late autumn. We had a very
big and beautiful polupersidsky black and white cat, our
constant companion and very clever. Four months after death my
husband, I left the house in which we lived, and moved to
hotels, where I could not keep the cat. I have no choice choice
but to euthanize him. He was eight and a half years, and he
would never have caught on to another family.
For several months, the house remained unoccupied, though
it was sold, and I could go and watch over the preservation of
things that I have left in the pantry. Typically, when I came
into the house, thought a lot about her husband and the cat,
sometimes feeling that they actually zdas with me, and it is
comforting, but not frightened me. One evening when I was quite
a hurry on the occasion of the upcoming cases and came to the
house, it just did not think of a cat and immediately went
upstairs to take some things from the armoire. I I must say
that, like all cats, our cat loves to follow people climbing
the stairs. Sometimes he ran after them, almost knocking off
his feet. I watched it, and usually kept his or warned rising,
that the cat goes after them, and that they may stumble.
Let us return to what occurred with me. As I said, I was
very Concerned that I had to do and not think about
Cat. Taking what I have been, I began, slowly, at a normal pace
down the stairs. During the three stages to the end The
stairwell, I was literally knocked off his feet and fell
forward, Fortunately, flying a short distance and landed on his
hands and knees in the hallway at the beginning of the
stairwell. I am quite sure that I did not find the eclipse. My
first reaction was severe irritation. Then I rose and examined
ladder in search of clues on the carpet, on which I could
stumble. Nothing like that happened. Then I inspected the
shoes. She too was in order. In addition, I have not had the
feeling I got caught on some stuff.
And here I came to the conclusion that the "ghost" of our
cat perhaps offended that I had not thought about it, when
entered into house, as always done, get back at me so that
later I down the stairs as he tried to do in life.
I might add, although this was not me that his wife
the new owner of the house repeatedly saw the cat in the house
or greenhouse. Before I knew anything about these cases, the
incident its very worried. She made inquiries and learned that
in nearby houses do not have a cat that would fit his
description.
When in a conversation with her once I mentioned that my
husband and I had a cat, she immediately asked me what it was,
as one saw at home. I asked to describe it to me, and it is
exactly described our beloved cat. Later, I showed photos of a
cat, and she immediately recognized him, and her husband was
skeptical, because he did not see anything. However, after some
time they have was visiting a friend (by this time they have a
red kitten), who once accidentally severshenno noted that they
have two cats. He was told that no, they only have one cat, and
why it decides that the two of them? He replied that he saw a
large black and white cat, sitting inside the greenhouse (just
where usually our cat would sit for hours, watching the road),
and when someone asked, As to whether he is a cat, he replied
that the cat looked as though He did not want it touched up
what I believe is very, since no one except my husband and me,
our cat was not considered "(From Mrs. K., Torquay).
"Our old house has been on both sides surrounded by high
walls. It was too high, so our cats can easily jump
so my father and I have laid out ornamental brick base
height in half of the wall at a distance of two feet from her.
Two upper bricks laid across, lying freely in the butt
butt, and made easily distinguishable click when the cat landed
on them.
Cats liked this building, especially our
Lewis's own cat and his red-headed friend. Red - a very kind
and cute cat - was our big favorite. If you started talking to
him, the cat responded extremely short guttural sound, which
joined together meowing and purring.
One afternoon I saw Lewis, clinging to the windowsill,
staring at the wall outside the window, apparently, he was
excited by what I saw and heard. I looked out the window, but
wall was empty, and in the garden next to her one. I said:
"Silly, there's nothing there. Not making this up!" But he did
not pay me no attention, I even doubt whether heard, so it
captures the observation.
Very interested, I went outside to see
closer. Still no one, but just in case, if the corner house
was a wandering cat, I called: "Come here, do not be afraid."
In response, I immediately heard a pitiful voice of Ginger and
almost simultaneously click the top of bricks to the ground.
Very surprised, I turned to face delivery, which was six feet
to the right from me. But no cat was not there, of course, was
not a redhead. But how could he be there when he died
unexpectedly a week ago!
Perhaps he returned to say goodbye to his friends, who
unexpectedly left the max? To my shame, I'm on a time was
frightened, and then, overflowing with compassion for this
wonderful little creature, bent, arms stretched out, and said:
"Farewell to Red. Thank you came to see us." At this point, I
swear, the air around my legs was not empty, and there was a
stir, a movement that I felt, and which suddenly disappeared.
Looking at the window, I saw that Lewis is going to jump
the sill into the room, and when I returned home, he met
me at the door. He nervously looked around, sniffed the air,
showing impatience. He looked inquiringly at me, as to say:
"Now he's gone mate. But he still had not you? "have passed
since the age of fourteen, and I still keep the memory of a red
"(from Miss Ivy Jones. Manchester).
"During the war and several years after I worked in the
stables for thoroughbred horses. And we lived in a house built
in the XVI century, and when the light was extinguished, it
became the abode of the poltergeist, who came to get up their
evil tricks. But he had a feature: it was ready to prodelyvat
their tricks only When I was at home alone.
Sometimes the disorder persisted for weeks and months, but
then resumed with increased force. They makes me panic. Often,
family members, returning late at night from the races, found
me on the street in the cold, because I was afraid to stay in
the house before the fire.
One evening I was sitting in the kitchen with her son
mistress boy fourteen years. I sat on a chair by the fire
reading a book. He sitting at the dinner table a few yards from
me, studying in Journal of breeds of horses. From time to time
we talked. The windows were zanaveshany, and the doors closed
at night.
Suddenly he told me: "Arise quickly!" He jumped to
feet, and was pale as a sheet. I think he wants me
scare, so I continued to sit with a smile. He ran,
pushed me off the chair and began to throw pillows on the
floor, then he lay on the floor, looking under the chair.
Anything not found there, he went to check whether the closed
door of the room. Now his face was white with raspberry. He
told me: "I saw a black and white cat ran across the floor and
jumped into your lap. I could not see it eyes as he ran from
me, but with your knees, he hid for one of the pillows. We have
never had a cat that color, and He could not run out of room. "
We searched the entire room, but found nothing. After some
time I went into my bedroom and heard a meow. Bedroom I was
very small and the furniture in it was a little, to the same
She was darkened at night. I called the boy: "Come up here, it
seems that this cat came again." He ran up the stairs, and
shutting the bedroom door, said: "Let him look for. "Suddenly,
from under the bed there was a loud, angry, shrill cry of the
cat's, which publishes a cat when he stepped on tail. For a
moment we stood there bewildered, and then carefully inspected
the room, including clothes and even a chest of drawers, but
nothing there found. I have not told the boy that many times
when I was in the kitchen, I thought I saw a cat, who fled
headlong across the room toward the stairs.
Soon after I left the old house and barn and did not know
that there occurs. But once I met a girl who was there taking
care of horses, and invited her to his tea. When we had
conversation, she asked casually: "When you lived on a farm,
you never thought that her haunted by a ghost? "" Oh, why did
you think so? "- I asked.
Then she told me about the case, which happened to her and
another girl who worked there, and that is almost exactly
confirmed what had happened in his time with me, but with one
complement. One evening, when they went to bed and shut in the
house all the doors and the owners of the house was not, they
heard as for half an hour in a room downstairs with a clatter
moved a desk-office and slammed the door. Both of them are so
scared that shut in their rooms until the noise has not
stopped. In the morning they went down, nothing was damaged,
and both doors - front and back - were closed and bolted. "
The author of this letter, Miss Kay Hill, Nathan, Thirsk,
Yorkshire, asked the master of the house, whether it can cause
what some specialists to explore this poltergeist. However, he
forbade this is because, in his words, if the news spread, the
it can lower the cost of ownership.
"The question mark"
H. H. Nepomnyashchii
February 1993.
Above has been described only a small fraction of the
observation of life Cats from the world of practice. If you
live at home is, so have become familiar to us, the animal,
then you have every right to judge the veracity of these cat
stories, and maybe vice versa: with a vengeance to add stories
about cats for many, many kilobytes modem infinite space. Take
a closer look its restive shaggy friend closer look: it can be
indeed it is the connecting link between man and the
transcendent domain, which is practically inaccessible to
people's perceptions.
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